Learning

My books pile up on my desk.

I gaze at them and suppress my pain.

All night and day,

I work in these books.

My writing grows from neat to messy.

My work always organised and never out of order.

All those late nights and early mornings

With little to medium productivity.

One day, I am determined to finish that pile

But until then,

I will watch it grow up and down

With all my hard work pouring in and out.